Being A Good Citizen
Kisa could be thankful for one thing, at least: he had cleared out all the men he slept with in the past from his phone's contacts. He could mostly be thankful for this because it was Hell Week and on a mad subway dash, he didn't notice his phone slip right out of his pocket. He mostly used his landline during Hell Week anyway.
A girl in a local high school's uniform found it. She picked it up and waited a few minutes, but no one came back for it.
So, she flipped through the contacts and, seeing one labeled as a cell phone, texted someone named 'Yukina Kou' that the owner of the cell phone had lost it. She quickly got a text back saying he'd be more than happy to return it to him, since the owner was probably busy. She ended up agreeing to meet in the shojo section of Marimo Books.
This girl was not, in fact, one of the many who visited Yukina every day, but she still recognized him. The name tag helped, of course, but the sparkly aura was certainly nothing a hormonal, teenage girl could forget.
"You said you had Kisa-san's cell phone?" Yukina asked after they introduced themselves.
"Ah, yes, here," the girl said, and she took it out of her bag, purposefully brushing Yukina's hand as she passed it off.
"Thank you," Yukina said with a sparkly smile. "Kisa-san is always so busy this time of month, he'd probably forget his head if it weren't attached."
"Ah, yes," the girl said, only half listening. "Are you two related?"
"No, Kisa-san is my boyfriend," Yukina said, smiling down at the cell phone. Then he bowed and said, "I should get back to work. Have a nice day."
The girl just stood there, feeling as if a storm were raging solely around her.
Dreams.
Crushed.